Biker's Bet

He held me firmly by the shoulders as I bucked on his lap. I gripped his fleshy knob firmly in my colon as I lifted off his cock, dropping my body down to recapture it in the warmth of my tight ass. Leon continued to abuse me verbally, calling me foul names…faggot, man-cunt. It was arousing.

You fuckin’ like this shit? You pussy asshole! You fuckin’ like takin’ big dick up your faggot ass?”
“Yesssss! Yes! Fuck me…fuck me hard, you bastard!” I squealed, like a stuck pig. 

The CD ended. The screen turned to icy snow. Leon pushed me forward, and we tumbled onto the floor, his penis still firmly lodged in my ass. My chest ground into the carpet as he pushed my shoulders down, laying the weight of his body on mine. I could hear him panting in my ear; smell the Corona on his breath. He hooked his monster arms under mine and pulled himself farther into my body. He was easily three hundred pounds of thrashing muscle and sinew, crushing the air from me as he pounded my ass like a jackhammer.

I loved the feel of his sweating body overpowering mine. His big pectorals pressed into my shoulders, the tattooed lion was feasting on my flesh. His rock-hard abs massaged my back as his hips rocked between my legs. I rubbed my dick into the coarse wool of the carpet, and soon felt a rush of fluid as my balls discharged a thick rope of cum. Leon’s thrusts smeared my load across the pile and ground it into my belly.

Finally, his dick plunged deep into me and I felt Leon shudder as he released his seed in my rectum. He collapsed, bucking and shaking on my back, his cock throbbing as he discharged countless profuse loads of semen in my shuddering ass. I was stuffed, completely bloated with his juices.

Eventually I released his cock, and it slid out of my slimy hole with a loud wet sound. Leon rolled over and grabbed a pack of Marlboros from his jacket. He lit one as I reached down to explore my ruined butt. It was draining, Leon’s cum enema running in rivulets between my legs. My poor overworked asshole was stretched and swollen, as mushy as an overripe peach.

Leon got up, the cigarette dangling from his lip, and pulled on his boxers. I headed to the bathroom for some damage control. When I came back he was dressed, and on the cell. I just caught the last of the conversation.
“So the sucking was good, but man! What a fucking asshole! I couldn’t fuckin’ believe the whole scene! Yeah, who woulda thought, huh?” He spoke into the phone, “In your dreams, buddy! You’re not even a challenge! Yeah, I can do that, why not?” He glanced at me as I pulled on my sweatshirt, Yeah, I’m sure he will…Be there in about twenty.”

I was silently dressing, staying out of his way. I had no idea who he was calling, or what was next. Maybe his flirt with gay sex had bruised his macho, would make him angry enough to beat the crap out of the fag who took advantage of him. As if I had anything to do with it! He had practically raped my ass, pounding me into total submission. Was he going to pound me into pulp next? He pulled on his jacket and said “Let’s go. You’re coming with me.”

So there we were. I smelled Leon’s musty leather jacket, my face pressed against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his bulky waist as we sped through the chilly November night. His big Harley growled under us as he downshifted through a turn in the snaky road. He seemed to enjoy my fondling his chest. I felt him puff out, his back arching as I massaged gently on his large muscles. He reached back and gave my leg a firm squeeze.

Jugs was a small brick building, painted out in black. The dim yellow streetlight gave little illumination, but in the orange neon of a Miller Beer sign I could see the row of glossy motorcycles lined up at the curb in front of the plate glass window. There were several men hanging out around the bikes, all dressed in leather and denim. (Bikers, gay or straight, always dress in that biker drag; black and indigo.)

Leon grabbed my arm as we crossed the gravel lot towards the front door. “Lets get one thing straight, bringing you here means nuthin’. You ain’t shit. You’re just a pussy faggot, and I expect you to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. I’ll split your goddam lip if you so much as mention what happened back at your friggin’ apartment.”
“Okay, Leon, no problem. Why did you bring me here, anyway?” I asked nervously.
“My good bud Ruben wanted to check you out, that’s all. Now behave yourself and you’ll be okay in there. You start flirting your ass around and you might get hurt…If not by me, by some other fucker!”

We entered the dingy bar. The smell of beer and sweat filled my nose. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, instead was sexy and masculine. I looked around. A large square bar filled most of the main room and behind it was a smaller room, better lit, with a pool table and some chairs set up around the walls. A dusty disco ball hung over the table, obviously unused for a long time. This didn’t look like a dance club, by any stretch of the imagination. There were assorted stocky men scattered around the pool table watching a game…lots of muscles, hair and beer guts, drinking shots and brews. Some women sat at the bar, smoking cigarettes and sipping on pink cocktails.

Then I focused on movement in one corner of the back room. A woman was perched on the back of a chair, her knit tee pulled up around her neck. A heavyset redheaded man in a Mack Truck tee shirt was suckling on one of her big boobs as she played with the other tit. The man resembled the famous Mack bulldog, stocky and bow-legged. Another man had his cock out, and jerked off as he watched the woman’s breast being devoured. At the edge of the bar just outside the bathroom I saw another biker on a stool with his pants around his ankles, as a skinny boy with a wild shock of blonde hair sucked on his thick cock. I watched as the scruffy black man poured his beer on the kid’s face, the cool liquid running into his crotch. His licorice-colored erection was shiny with spit and Coors. The boy licked at the brew thirstily. I was getting very excited, despite my apprehension.

As promised, I said not a word unless Leon asked me to. He was greeted by the ladies at the bar, and several grabbed him as he passed and demanded a bear hug. Leon was in his element. He glowed in the attention, squeezing and fondling them all. I stood off a few paces and waited. At a small table in the corner a swarthy, olive skinned man sat alone, toying with a shot glass and a half-empty bottle of Tequila. I don’t know how I knew…faggot intuition, whatever…but I knew that was Ruben. He gave Leon the high-sign, and we approached the table. Leon sat, I stood behind him. 

“Jimmy, go get yourself a drink from the bar. I’m gonna just talk with my pal Ruben for a few minutes.” He said. 
“Okay Leon. No problem.”

Standing at the bar, I could feel Ruben’s eyes piercing me. I sipped a Coke as the men muttered and laughed, occasionally looking my way. The insatiable kid at the end of the bar had finished off the black bear’s cock, and was looking around impatiently for fresh meat. He glanced my way but decided on the guy next to me. The kid moved into place in front of the man’s stool and opened his zipper, exposing the biggest cock I ever saw. I turned away and blushed as the boy gagged it down. 

When I looked up again, Ruben and Leon were at the pool table. Ruben racked up the balls and I watched as Leon broke. Six ball in the left corner. He ran the table for a while, but soon Ruben took his turn. 
“Okay, chump, the game is all but over! Get ready to pay up, man!” Ruben looked my way as he aimed his cue. 

I watched as ball after ball hit the sweet spot, realizing that Ruben was a much better player than Leon. They continued the rough banter, trying to psych each other out, but Leon looked clearly shaken. He knew he was losing big time. 

The game ended, Ruben getting hearty slaps on the back from the gallery of watchers, as the next players took the table. A blast of cool air crossed the bar. I looked around for Leon, and turned just in time to see him leaving. I sprang off the stool, ready to chase after him, but was stopped in my tracks. A firm yank on my collar and I felt myself falling backwards into a rock-hard chest. A meaty hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing just enough to make me cough.

“Hold on, little fag-boy. Where do you think your going?” Ruben said in a deep baritone. “The fun is just starting! What’s your freakin’ hurry?”
“Where’s Leon?” I whispered. I was seriously scared, this man was big and powerful, and unless he let me go, I wasn’t going anywhere. Ruben was also devastatingly good-looking, a swarthy man with dark oily skin that glowed in the dim light. His eyes were large and black, with heavy brows that looked like a permanent frown. His hair curled across his forehead in greasy rings, and he had large diamond studs in both ears. He looked Latino, or maybe southern Italian.

Ruben dragged me into the darkness and backed me up against the bar rail. He pressed his crotch into mine, pinning me with his substantial arms to the cool brass. My arms hung lifeless at my sides as the burly biker hoisted me off my feet, placing me on the bar in front of him. I looked next to us as the man with the big dick was just tucking himself back in. The skinny blonde kid smiled up at me and winked.

“Don’t worry about your buddy Leon. You’re with me now. Leon thought he was the king of pool or somethin’, well I guess I proved the bastard was wrong, huh?” I looked at Ruben. His curly black hair continued down his cheeks in heavy sideburns, an inky black moustache covering his full dark lips. I longed to taste them, to kiss him. He pulled my sweatshirt up and stroked my smooth white chest. His hands were surprisingly soft. “He bet he could whoop my ass.” Ruben snickered. “The only thing he had wid’ him that I was interested in was you, baby! Well guess what, it’s time to settle his debts!”

I tried to push him away, a last attempt to escape this overpowering man…frightening, threatening, yet unbelievably attractive. The girls at the bar hissed and yelped like female cats as they watched Ruben subdue me on the bar. He told them to fuck off, and they went back to their pink drinks. 

“Ruben, No. Please…You can’t do this!” I whimpered in his ear.
“The fuck I can’t! You’re mine, fair and square. That asshole Leon doesn’t care about you. It was easy for him to bet your ass! He fuckin’ gave you up! He left you here like spare change on the bar, an’ snuck outta here with his goddam tail between his legs!” 

I clung to him as he opened my belt. It was surreal, a slow-motion dream. 
“No, Ruben, not here!”
“It’s cool, pussy-boy, nobody gives a flying fuck what we do ‘cept maybe those jealous bitches at the bar. They just wanna be right where you are, that’s all.” He murmured soothingly into my ear, as my sweatshirt slipped over my head. A small crowd had gathered around us. Mostly men, they laughed and jostled each other, generally having a good time, waiting for the main event. I yielded to his assault. I put my arms around his shoulders and felt his cool, oily curls run through my fingers as I clung to his neck. 

My pants were off, lying on the damp floor along with my sneakers. I was nude except for my white athletic socks. Ruben stopped molesting me for a minute, as he poured himself another shot of Tequila. He opened his jeans and they dropped around his ankles. I pleaded with him one more time, but he just flashed his brilliant white teeth at me through an evil grin. I was melting fast, I had no willpower left. I couldn’t remember anymore why I was fighting him off in the first place! 

“You can make this easy, go along wid’ it, have some fun…Or you can fight me, I’ll have to slap you around till you behave, and I’ll still fuck the shit outta ya!” 

His deep silky baritone made the threats sound like poetry. I fumbled with his buttons and pulled off his shirt, exposing his broad solid chest. It was covered in soft whirls of dark hair, the nipples large and hard as I teased them with my fingertips. He wore a big gold cross on a heavy chain around his neck. The moist, cool air of the bar sent a chill through my naked body. I shuddered as he spread my thighs, my aching cock pressed into the soft trail of hair that ran between his belly-button and the thick mound at his crotch. Ruben kissed my chest, pinching my nipples in his talented lips. The bartender set a can of Crisco next to me on the bar. Another guy stood on a chair and re-directed a spot on us. It was Showtime. The audience clapped and shouted encouragement as Ruben dipped his hand into the can and began to slather it between my legs.

I reached down and grasped his erect penis. It pulsed in my hand as I clung to the potent shaft. Ruben pushed me back on the bar as he guided his torpedo to its mark. 
“You want me to fuck you, boy? Tell Ruben what you want.”
“Yessss, please fuck me, please!”

A chick in a red tube top poured a shot of Ruben’s Tequila and held it to my lips. I threw my head back as she poured it down my throat. I felt his cock head pressing urgently on my asshole. I was still sore form Leon’s pounding earlier, but his hardness felt good. I pressed down on my sphincter as he slipped into me.

“Shit, yeah! Nuthin’ like some boy-pussy.” Ruben hummed. “You’re fuckin’ hot, bitch! You like my dick, boy?” I felt him going deeper, his thick glistening cock disappearing into my ass. Ruben wrapped his strapping biceps around my waist as he pulled me onto him. His back shone with sweat as I clung to his shoulders. He drove himself fully into me and began to rock his pelvis against my crotch. The sensation of fullness returned to me, I was being stuffed…I was finally complete, the void was being filled.

He held me under the arms; his rough hands hooked in my pits as he lifted me effortlessly off the bar. My ass-thrashing was intense…gut-wrenching agony as he forced me down repeatedly on his rigid member. I bounced on the slick Crisco-greased bar like a rubber ball as he satisfied himself in my ass. I lay my head on his broad shoulder and buried my nose in the black waves of hair on his neck. He smelled sexy, warm and moist. I felt the hardness of his cross pressing on my breastbone. Although the hooting crowd gathered around us, I was oblivious to all but Ruben and the sensation of his penis moving unrelentingly inside me.

Finally, I felt his thrusts increase, the pace of his pounding sped up. He pulled me off the bar, and we collapsed backward onto a stool. His balls pumped his semen up the engorged shaft and he ejaculated into my rectum. I clung fast to him as his cock lodged inside me and I received his load, an injection of cum deep into my body. Ruben shuddered, squeezing off the last spurts of cum into me, and pushed me off his lap. My ass released his softening erection with a sickening pop. I stood naked, dripping with sweat, his thick semen dripping down my leg as he pulled his pants up from around his ankles and covered his glistening cock.

The bar was rocking; the audience was wild with sexual excitement. Ruben was congratulated, and shots were had all around. I shivered in my nakedness, wondering what to do, where to go. The chick in the red tube top guided me to the men’s room, and I escaped to a grimy stall to clean myself up. A few minutes later I came out, battered but recovered.

Ruben sat at his table and I came over to him and stood obediently behind a chair. He motioned me to sit.
“Nice job, boy. Leon’s debt is more than paid off. You fuck like you really enjoy it. There’s lots of dudes who would love to get their hands on you. I think you could get fucked up real good, as much as you ever want, here at Jugs.” He said coolly in his sexy deep voice. I was mesmerized by his coco-colored lips, his black eyes glaring into mine. “Mostly straight guys here, but there ain’t nuthin’ wrong with a nice blowjob or piece of faggot ass now and then! A tight boy-pussy is usually better n’ a sloppy cunt, anyhow!” He passed me a shot glass of the clear liquid, and I knocked it back.

A shadow crossed over the table. Ruben looked up at a mountain of a man that had stepped up to the table. He sat heavily in the third chair and leered at me. Maybe 285lbs, the giant biker wore a leather vest on his bare chest; thick wiry rings of hair darkened his meaty shoulders like soot. He loosened his belt and popped the waistband on his leather pants open. The big ape grinned and motioned for me to come to him. I looked to Ruben, who was slamming another shot. He wiped his full brown lips with the back of his hand.
“Go ahead, Jimmy, you know you want it. Suck him, faggot!”